Due to recent events I have come to the conclusion that I am either A) a slob or B) there is a hideous conspiracy between my white tank tops and red sauce. It all started about a month ago when I soiled one of my most modest tanks with pasta sauce. After that I vowed to be more careful, but as fate would have it, I soiled my last white tank top for the likes of Brick Oven Pizza. I guess if you're going to lose a shirt it might as well be worth it right?
What is this? Why don't my shirts like chocolate milk or mustard or orange chicken? Why does red sauce only like white shirts? Where is my mommy at times like these?
All I know is now all I have left are the crummy tanks from the 8th grade.
Such is life I guess
haha oh my goodness, i miss you.
ReplyDeletealso, i love your new blog layout.
and i also love that you updated your blog many times in the past couple days. made me happy. :)